Hell & Back

By FMB DZ

On Washington Dz

Released on August 26, 2017

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[Intro: FMB DZ]

Been through hell and back I don’t speak on it

I got some good ass dope I put my feet on it

Sending down the way and I still put in 300

Money on the floor say no more you know we on it


[Verse 1: FMB DZ:]

My nigga getting to the chicken fuck reminiscing

We be in the kitchen pay attention I think something missing

If a nigga still he get killed that’s just how I feel

Got a lot of powder on this table look like enfamil

Hard work really pay off I want this shit for real

Gotta’ get a deal gotta’ put my momma on a hill

Fuck how you feel every month a nigga got bills

Shit ain’t coming up play with that cake let’s demonstrate

Slide down your block broad day like where that nigga at

You on the internet I pop up cause I ain’t in to that

Last nigga said we had beef you know I ended that

Speaking ending that RIP Tray ain’t gon bring him back

Hide all the chops for the kids we don’t teach ‘em that

But never take no shit from no nigga I be preaching

But where the demons at you will get dropped where you leaning at

Ain’t no loyalty around this bitch so quit screaming that


[Verse 2: Jeno Cashh:]

Imma’ get this bitch on lock until they tap out

Boy I’m going to jail if they smell Like the smack down (if you smell)

Bitch I jumped off the porch you niggas backed down

Any bitch ain’t hold me down get my back now

This shit for real that’s why Jmo think he next now (what up Jmo)

About to ball on this niggas like I’m prep guy (you hear me)

Graduated to a bird with my cap gown

Bro’ cuz’ had that bitch jumping like the frat house ( 6 mile, 6 mile)

I ain’t even gon see my nigga until they max out

Back routes 10 to my bird now it’s back out

No GPS out the country pull the maps out

20 years to around to see some shit you seen on black ops

Hit the block and hide dope from the black ops

I ain’t got for these niggas bitch I’m tapped out (Cuz)

I’m selling P’s at my show nigga black odds

He gon’ did in the tee bitch we franchise

Niggas kill me saying what they won’t do (you hear me)

Banana clips on the yops’ with the oou oou(oou oou)

Niggas ain’t never had no name they don’t who was who

Let this bitch bang at his mans I hope he pull through